For a moment, it was hard for Alex to make out much beyond the glass door of the elevator, as the area outside seemed brighter than the cave she had seen. As the doors opened, Max stepped off first, but the Knights remained where they were. Giving them a look, she stared at the suited man with a curious look.
â. . .hmm? What, them? Theyâre not allowed in here, just you and me for now! Thanks for coming along!â Max stated to the two knights, who merely bowed in response, before the glass door closed. . .and the lift went back down. As Alexâs eyes adjusted to the light, she found herself noticing that she. . .was inside a room. It was made of marble, with a twin set of doors just a few feet away from her. There were no windows or anything else inside the room, aside from the elevator they had gotten off of; which as the doors closed behind them was also made of marble, almost blending in fully with the wall.
â. . .through there?â Alex asked, with Max strolling forward without a care in the world, turning to stand to the side of it, grinning at her.
âThis is where Iâll be if you need anything. Youâll have to open the door yourself. Youâll be fine, again, just be yourself!â The blue-eyed man stated, gesturing from her to the door he was standing by.
For a time, Alex didnât move; merely stared at the door, with Max seeming at ease while waiting for her.
âOk. Ok! Yeah, just be myself!â She said, in an attempt to pump herself up; earning a thumbs up from Max - who looked as if something just clicked with him, and he reached into the bag of food he brought with him. What he pulled out almost made Alex laugh; a plastic bag containing a toy. . .a small rubik cube.
âItâs no goat or cow, but I think theyâll enjoy it! Remember, theyâre gods - give them attention and theyâll lap it up!â As Max said this, for a brief moment there was a slight rumbling sound from beyond the door, as if something large and heavy had fallen to the ground outside; giving Alex a bit of a start - with Max merely laughing.
âOk, ok! I think they want to meet you -now-, so, in you go!â Urging her to use the door, Alex took a few steps forward. . .gripping one of the lavish golden door handles within her grasp. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. . .and then opened the door, stepping inside.
She couldnât help it, but kept her gaze towards the ground. A bit surprised to see it turn from marble flooring, to. . .what almost seemed like. . .carpet? At least she thought it was a light brown coloring, with the difference it seemed. . .thicker? Almost largerâ
Looking up, she felt like a deer in headlights at what she saw before her.
It was a gigantic room, a bedroom; complete with desks, a computer, two beds, a dresser, and a number of other items one might expect when entering such a place. The only difference was that it was scaled up, massive and made for someone much larger than herself. She felt like she was the size of a bugâno, at least the height of like. . .a small action figure given life.
Despite everything in the room, it wasnât the room itself that demanded her attention, but what was in the middle of the room.
Or more, who was in the middle of the room.
Two massive titans sat before her, wearing the same outfits they had at the festival the night before, minus their shoewear.
The first being the massive somewhat built figure of Fortia, looking directly down at her with that signature wolfish grin of hers. Sitting on her rear end, arms resting against her propped up knees while her bare feet laid before her. Her legs were slightly spread apart, allowing Alex to see down the middle and her face without any trouble, as it looked down at her from high above - a look of excitement etched across her features.
She noticed her large hands that hung somewhat off to the side of her knees. Fingers that were as thick and long as trees, slowly curling and uncurling in held back joy; yet she seemed to be containing herself. For now. Movement below drew her attention, as she noticed the titanâs toes shifted about in a subtle manner; even this far away she could hear them rubbing against one another, her gigantic bronze colored feet planted firmly on the carpet floor.
To Fortiaâs left was the pale curvy figure of Sophia, though she was laying on her stomach - her long legs held upward behind herself; ankles crossed as she slowly swung them up and down. Bright beautiful piercing green eyes stared directly towards the small spell-bound woman on the ground before them; head propped up by her hands as she let her elbows rest on the ground. A coy look played across her lips, eyes half-closed as she gave Alex a rather intense look; the fingers that framed her face shifted slightly, as the young woman sensed as if Sophia was trying to hold back from doing something.
A wall of flesh caught Alexâs eye, as she looked slightly south of the gorgeous godâs face. . .to see a valley before her. She was indeed âgiftedâ. While somewhat smaller in size compared to Fortia, still massive in scale, she made up for her lack of height and size between the two with her assets. Something the goddess seemed to enjoy flaunting whenever she had the chance, which was clear she was using them to their full extent now.
No words were exchanged, as the two kept staring down at her. Alex felt like she was expected to do some sort of trick.
She just stood there, trying to wrap her mind around the fact this was really happening. Both of the goddesses, right there, sitting before her. In their room, looking just at her. Only her. It was extremely intimidating. . .and yet at the same time, she enjoyed it. It surprised her, having expected herself to pass out or something more like that.
Then, she surprised herself again by taking a step forward. Then another step. Soon, she was power walking towards them both; the item Max had given her clutched within her grasp; holding it somewhat before her as she walked towards them.
Both seemed rather happy with her reaction, with the grin on Fortiaâs face only growing larger. Sophia's expression remained the same, but her pupils started to dilate. A much more intense look was given to Alex, but clearly stated she wanted her to not stop. To keep walking closer. The small brown haired woman noticed Sophiaâs index finger was slightly bent and pressed against the side of her face; twitching and rubbing firmly against the spot. Another show of contained excitement, as if they were just as happy to be meeting her, as she was to them.
What she couldnât see, but felt, was how powerful they were. She had heard stories of how people that were lucky enough to get close to them felt similar. A faint sense of wanting to worship them. . .to prove herself to them. . .but most of all? She liked it, even just the simple attention of looking at her remind her of how she felt all those years agoâ
Were they both really looking at me, even then?!
She faintly recalled Maxâs words through the haze she felt she was going through, on how they had been waiting for her last night. How they seemed to almost be staring at her through the television set as it got closer to midnight. . .
She kept power walking forward, closer and closer, until she was standing near them. . .having to crane her neck back to gaze up towards their faces, so high above her.
Both of them looked down at her in turn, with Fortia gaining her entire attention for a moment as she heard movement beside her.
Looking to her left, she noticed the massive broad foot of Fortia closer to her lift upward partly, toes pointed towards the ceiling; her smallest toe the closest to Alex, yet even that alone was massive to her.. She held it upward for a time, staring down at her as if to see what she would do. . .her toes curling and uncurling again; the sound of them pressing against one another louder than before.
The side of her foot tilted ever slightly towards her, exposing the sole of her foot to Alex, able to see the wrinkles in her skin shift about and flex whenever she clenched her toes. Then becoming somewhat taut when she unclenched them, the tips of her toes pressed against one another as they pointed upward slightly once more. Repeating the action, slowly, several times before it ceased. . .and was kept upward, heel still firmly on the ground.
Almost as if Fortia was inviting her to walk under her foot. . .something Alex found tempting. The idea of being directly under that large foot, looking up at the goddess through the gap of her toes, only for her thick sole to slowly descend downward upon herâ
A faint âpopâ sound was heard above to her right, forcing her to look away from the warm, inviting body part of Fortia. . .only to see Sophiaâs head turned more downward, and her lips now slightly parted.
It dawned on her the sound she had heard was the pale goddessesâs lips parting for a moment, almost sounding akin to a low sounding kiss. The intense look she was giving her made her knees feel weak, pupils smaller than the norm - an eerie intense look she had noticed the goddess make at times when seeing something she wanted on television or in pictures others had taken of her online.
Her black painted lips shifted about, rubbing against one another. . .her pearly white teeth stood out against them as she lightly chewed on her lower lip. . .before she saw the tip of that large pink creature peek out from between her lips. . .giving them a glossy look as a very thin layer of saliva was left in the wake of her tongue. Then, they parted and gave her a look briefly inside. Her teeth were well taken care of, with her canines somewhat pronounced. Something Alex knew she changed at times, seeming to favor them in a more âvampireâ like style around halloween. For now, they seemed more tame.
Within the darkness of her maw, a few strands of saliva could be seen. Reminding Alex of thick strands of ropes one could climb on, with Sophiaâs tongue easily cutting through a strand without a single problem, though it was hard to see too far inâ
Alex was forced to bring an arm up to shield herself as Sophia exhaled down upon her; a strong winter-like breeze felt coming down on her from above. It sent a shiver straight down Alexâs spine, feeling light-headed for a moment due to what was going on.
Amazed as she was, she was faintly aware of what was going on. It was their way of flirting with her. . .something they had sometimes done out in public without shame to random people, but it was often short lived or followed by a laugh. Yet, there was no laughing. Both of them staring down at her, not moving to do anything to her. . .not yet. It was almost as if they were seeing if sheâd favor one over the other.
A single glance up towards Fortia proved she was correct, as she saw her wink down at her, while also flexing her arm slightly - clearly proud of her body and wanting to let Alex know that. Sophia's coy smile had abruptly changed to a more. . .intimidating cheshire like grin; teeth on full display. So wide that Alex felt if Sophia decided it, she could easily toss her within her awaiting maw. . .with plenty of room to spare.
She was often known as the goddess who enjoyed scaring those she had a thing for, past followers that had been close to her detailing how much she enjoyed giving them a good scare, and thrived on fright. Something Alex felt she could understand, being a fan of horror movies and the like, just as much as she enjoyed action-based ones.
Then, there was herself - a young woman soon to turn thirty, caught between two legendary figures that had shaped the very world as she knew it. Standing directly in front of them both, with no side given any favor. Yet.
She recalled how as a child, she looked up to Sophia for both her beauty, but also due to how much the goddess took to halloween. As she found herself in her teens, she had turned more towards Fortia, wanting to use her as a drive to get in better shape and also when she had entered her more tomboy years as a young adult.
Both had started to balance out for her in her early to mid twenties, valuing both of their ways of life. How both goddesses were able to do what they wanted, made her want to seize her life more firmly and control the direction in which she wanted to steer it. While they were goddesses, they were more like. . .heroes to her.
It was almost overwhelming her, as her view became somewhat misty. . .noticing both of the goddesses faces softened suddenly; smiling down at her in a fond manner now.
A small weight was felt in her hand, faintly recalling what Max had given her. Taking a moment to rub her eyes on the back of her sleeves to do away with any tears that might have escaped.
Fumbling around with the plastic bag, she slowly tore it open, gripping the small cube filled with different colors. . .before holding it upward towards them both and speaking for the first time since entering the room.
âMâMax said I should give this to you.â
At once she felt like an idiot. Here she was, standing before the two strongest beings in the world, who had ruled over it for so long. . .and here she was. Offering a toy she had gotten from a drive-thru.
âOf course he would, that silly fool~â It was Sophia who had spoken first, the faint traces of her breath felt across Alexâs body, a sultry tone in her voice.. The volume of her voice surprised the young woman.
She had figured itâd be booming, so loud in volume that it might cause her to cup her hands over her ears. Yet, while it demanded her attention at once and she heard it clear as day. . .if not maybe a bit louder than most, there was something preventing it from harming her this close up. It was hard to describe, almost as if someone had dampened the goddesses voice, and she was speaking through something that controlled how much she was hearing. . .
âWouldnât be surprised if he tried to have you offer us whatever was left of your food!â Fortia said, a somewhat husky sounding voice; full of controlled energy. As with Sophia, it felt as if something was protecting her from facing the full volume and force of Fortiaâs voice. Whatever it was, it helped Alex to feel more at ease. . .though only if just a little.
Both stopped and looked amused at Alex below, who. . .seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to âgiveâ her gift to them. Turning in an almost comical manner back and forth between them, the small toy in hand.
âAs I recall, you accepted the last gift we received, so it is only proper that -I- accept this small token~â Sophia said, her bright glowing green eyes staring down at Alex, while Fortia threw a look her fellow goddess' way, almost as if she wished she could say something in response to it. In the end, she merely looked back down at Alex as well, her smile a little less than before. âVery well. . .â
A slight shift in Sophiaâs position was seen, as she held her head up with a single hand - the other descending with fingers slightly curled upward right in front of Alex. Even such subtle movements could be felt through the carpet floor the young woman was standing on, as she tried to stand fast and did her best not to fall.
She stared at the gigantic hand in front of her, her black nails standing out against her creamy white-colored skin. Now that she had a close look at it, the color seemed slightly. . .unnatural. In most cases, Alex thought she just had a pale complexion. . .though as she stepped closer, her skin was more akin to the type of large pale boulders sheâd see at the beach. Her entire hand was as smooth as them, with not a single grain of dirt or scratch seen on her. Her nails well taken care of, with each one measuring the same length; measuring just somewhat beyond the tips of her fingers.
Alex strolled forward, as she kept her fingers somewhat spread apart. . .but then spread her middle finger and the one next to it away just a bit more. As if opening a path for her to walk. Step by step, the brown haired woman moved between the long, yet massive fingers. While she did, Alex noticed how slim they were in comparison to the rest of her bodyâŚ.even if they were still large enough for her to sit on, like a park bench. She took care not to touch the fingers on either side of her, unsure if she was allowed to âtouchâ the gods given how Sophia had spread her fingers apart for her to easily walk between.
It came to be a slight problem, however, once reaching the area where her fingers connected to the palm of her hand. The slight webbing between oneâs finger in front of her, just a few inches away. . .but if she moved any further forward, sheâd no doubt brush against either the webbing or one of her fingers.
âDo I just. . .toss it, drop it, place it here. . .?â
No reply was given, save for a coy smirk playing across Sophiaâs features. It was clear she wasnât going to give her an answer, although she did give a subtle wiggle of her fingers up and down; as if telling her she was eager to accept her gift there and now.
The toy didnât SEEM like it would break if she tossed it. . .
Leaning forward, she did her best not to brush against the two long fingers on either side of her; arms stretched out forward to hover over the very top palm of her hand. Slowly, she lowered the hands clutching the small cube, until they hovered just an inch over the gigantic pale hand. . .before letting it go. It landed safely within her hand with a faint âthumpâ that she almost didnât hear; before slowly rolling down the slight valley of flesh until it came to a halt near the middle of her hand. The many bright colors of the rubik cube stood out with ease against the almost snowy landscape that was Sophiaâs hand.
After a few careful measured steps backwards, she bowed her head and walked backwards. An old tradition noted it was considered rude to turn away from the gods unless they allowed it. Part of it was due to a sudden sense of shyness from the otherwise outgoing Alex, not even noticing she felt a slight chill being between Sophiaâs fingers until they shifted up and away; replacing the air around her with a somewhat more warm feeling.
Cradling her hand as to not drop the offering, Sophia held it in a manner that both her and Fortia could look it over. Sophia looked amused, while Fortia gave it a somewhat curious look.
âI recall Amberâs father giving us something like. . .a size larger no doubt, and not so. . .fragile.â Sophia commented to herself and fellow god, making Alex worried she might have given them something that they considered unworthy.
âOh, yeah! His was all randomized while this one has all the colors in place already! I remember you had fun figuring that little puzzle out.â Fortia said, seeming to recall the item in question in a fond manner.
âWe accept this offer. . .although you -could- have mixed it up; do you think it too hard for us gods to solve?~â Sophia questioned in an almost teasing tone, but seeming to try and sound serious.
â. . .it was Maxâs idea.â Alex threw the man under the bus without a second thought.
The reply caused Fortia to flash her a winning smile, pearly whites on full display that stood out against her darker skin. âOh, no doubt! However, since she accepted the offering. . .I think itâs only right that I can dooo. . .â
A shadow crept over Alex, as she looked up towards what was causing it. . .only to find Fortiaâs massive hand slowly reaching down for her. An uneasy pit of worry at once was felt inside her stomach, as Alex did her best not to let her legs give out from under her - as Fortiaâs large digits wiggled about in a subtle manner as her hand moved down for her; eager to have her between them.
She could feel a warmth emitting from Fortiaâs hand as it was about to be upon her, the same one felt when the heater turned on during a cold winter day. The bronze skinned goddess was larger than Sophia was, with fingers the same size as a tree would be. It made Alex somehow feel smaller than she already was compared to the two of them.
All of a sudden, the massive hand stopped its descent - the palm of her hand directly over Alexâs hand. So close, that if she were to stand on the tips of her toes, and stretched her hand upward. . .she felt like sheâd be able to stroke the surface of her hand. Fortia's fingers touched down on the surface of the carpet around the tomboy, as if forming a cage around the poor young woman. Although she didnât feel an urge to escape, but to remain where she was.
âEager to crush her already?â Sophiaâs mocking tone was heard, with a âTchâ being heard in the direction of Fortia. In the darkness under the giant's hand, she couldnât make out their faces anymore.
âNo, just eager to hold her. . .you feel the same way.â They were talking about her as if she wasnât even in the room.
Their voices became harder to hear and more like they were off in the distance, as Fortia shifted her hand. The palm was closer to the ground. Closer to touching Alex, who had fallen upon her rear at the sudden shift in the godâs hand. It was more than close enough for her to touch it, with her heart pounding her ears. She knew they were talking, though all she could focus on was what was above her. Without thinking, she brought her own hand upward. . .at last making contact with itâ
It was like a brief electric shock, a gasp escaped her as she laid her hand flat against the palm of Fortiaâs hand, refusing to pull away despite how it felt. Gone was the brief static touch, as warmth spread through her entire body; the energy she felt from the titanic super being flowed through her. It reminded her of when she had shared her first kiss, so many years ago. All fear gone, and in its place was warmth and the feeling of butterflies within the pit of her stomach.
She looked at Fortiaâs darker skin against her own, much smaller somewhat lighter skin tone. How it stood out, against that wall of flesh above her. Pulsing with warmth and energy so much more than her own. Being this close and encased somewhat under her hand she was feeling a bit warm. Like a warm summer breeze had decided to focus directly on her. She laid her hand flat against it, fingers curled against it as her own nails lightly scratched the surface of the goddessess' palm.
Then, she moved it, exploring the gigantic hand she was trapped under with her own. Forgetting for a moment it was attached to one of the strongest beings in the world. She traced the tips of her fingers across the surface, following the random lines and creases in the palm of her hand. Her other hand pressed against the carpet slightly behind her, using it to help keep her partly sitting up. Though it felt weak. Ready to give out at any moment. . .
All she heard was her heart thumping strongly within her chest, her own breath, and. . .
Nothing else.
She froze up, as reality hit her full force; breaking out of the daze she had found herself in. She was under a hand, but not just any hand. The same one that belonged to one of the two goddesses of this world. . .
She couldnât hear them speaking anymore, and felt as if all attention was on her; despite being hidden under Fortiaâs hand. Unsure of what to do, she had a small moment of panic take over her; giving a nervous laugh before doing something that she wished she hadnât at once.
Taking her hand away from the much larger one, she reached up and gave it a good solid âwhackâ; as if trying to âhigh-fiveâ it.
âNice to meet you!â Alex stated before she knew it.
Nice. To. Meet. You?!
She wanted to run and hide under anything that wasnât that hand at that moment, mentally screaming at herself in embarrassment. The large wall of flesh above her shifted, showing her two the two faces ofâ
At once she fell flat on her back, both hands covering her own face; feeling her face flush with heat.
No, no, no, nooooo. . .
Then, she heard it. Both of them above, making an odd sound. She wasnât sure what it was, but when hearing an odd intake of breath, she dared to peek. . .and wanted to just die there on the spot.
Both Sophia and Fortia had ditched their earlier expressions for ones of contained laughter. Fortiaâs cheeks were slightly puffed up, lips thin against each other; formed in a rather amused smile.
Sophia was biting the corner of her lower lip, with the other side turned upward into an amused grin; every now and then chewing on her black painted lips - a small puff of air escaping, causing the warmth Alex had felt turn to brief moments of chilly wind.
âOh, youâre a treasure~â Sophia said through contained chuckles, with Fortiaâs hand high above her - fingers wiggling down at her as if to tease her. âWondering what else I can get you to âsqueakâ out if I had pushed down on you any more. . .â The larger of the two declared, both of them seemed quite pleased with her reaction, with Alex slowly moving to stand up again.
âHow about we get to know each other a bit more, hmm?â Sophia questioned, with Fortia merely nodding in agreement. âAs I think our treasured guest doesnât quite understand how much weâve longed for this meeting. . .â
As she spoke, Sophiaâs hand started to reach forward towards Alex. . .with the hand Alex had just gotten to âknowâ from Fortia descending from the sky once more. Both of them seem unable to hold themselves back, as the smaller of the three women in the room tried to steel herself. A mixture of warmth and cold started to be felt as their hands descended.
In a few seconds, she was going to be within their grasp, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Yet. . .
Alex took a step towards the hands, one of her own hands curled against her chest. . .the other started to reach out towards them both with the other.
. . .she was looking forward to it.